Give me joy when I’m depleted of it.
Resurrect in me, the will to carry in spite of my sloth.
Redirect me in the fullness of my navigation.
Return to me a praise that may grace my ambitions.
Celebrate me when I’ve fallen from the course of success.
Engage me when my words have dropped into a silent counsel.
Taste of me when I’m bitter with sour thoughts.
Wish me when I have disappeared from imaginative gaze.
Smoke me when I’ve frosted into sound bites of history’s past.
Take care of me, when my sanity has retired from sentences.
Cancel me when my renewal is distant from fulfilling the promise to stay alive.
Just Make do of all that I am until I can become again.
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